Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic
I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it’s hot.
I wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it’s not.
And sometimes in the springtime, and sometimes in the fall,
I jump between the sheets with nothing on at all.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah;
Glory, glory, what’s it to ya.
Balmy breezes blowing through ya,
With nothing on at all.